At this moment, Wu Qian looked as fierce as a devil that had crawled out of hell.
Wang Anguo's wife, Zhang Juhua, originally felt somewhat guilty.
"You wretched girl, I am your elder, is it appropriate for you to curse your elders like this? It seems Xiaoxiao did not teach you well."
Wu Qian, seemingly drawing strength from nowhere, charged forward and slapped her twice— the slaps echoed loudly under the silent night sky.
Zhang Juhua was not about to give in and wanted to rush forward, but Yun Mingrui kicked her directly.
He used to be a gentleman who did not hit women, but when it came to protecting his woman, he chose to hit.
Yun Mingrui's kick was not light; it sent Zhang Juhua sprawling to the ground.
While Wang Anguo had initially felt somewhat guilty, he was now infuriated that not only did his niece attack her aunt, but a stranger was also attacking his wife, he erupted, "You are Xiaoxiao's daughter, and you bring outsiders to attack your aunt?"
